The Sight

And to her they gave the sight
Perhaps the greatest gift they could bestow
To see, with eyes that God Himself might use
The minds of all mankind

Torn for her was the great veil
Which, to that point
Had shrouded all that she saw and heard
Gone, the murky greys
Of sympathy, kindness and companionship
And all was black and white

But mostly black

She saw, in those she most loved
Lust, jealousy and hatred
Their bitter, sickened hearts
That once she held so pure
Were laid bare before her
In all their twisted majesty

She looked on
And they looked on with her
And saw the terrible truth
That beneath the web of lies
Which we spin around ourselves
The humility and selfless actions
That we wear like rusty halos
Lies only coarse indifference

And she despaired

Who knows how long she clawed
At the eyes that they had given her
To sear the visions from her mind
And when she awoke
All was still

And still she could not rest
So she retreated
Deep within herself she fled
To a single grain of light
That floated in the darkness

And she surrounded herself
With the tiny flame
And made a cocoon of it
To lie in forever
Safe in the loving arms of her soul

But the soul did not care